Devoured by Doms (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 4)

“You two are free with the compliments. That’s for sure. I’m average, maybe even above average in some places, but not beautiful and definitely not sexy.”

Dylan pressed his mouth to hers, his tongue tracing her lips. Her toes curled and her insides tingled. Without him and Cam, she would’ve remained lost. Knowing how they saw her, made her feel strong and warm…and yes, even beautiful and sexy.

Cam was cupping her shoulders and kissing her neck. “You have no idea how hard it was working with you at TBK and imagining you between me and my brother like this.”

Dylan released her lips. “Me, too, counselor. You’re legal. You only see her from time to time. I had to see her almost every day, checking on security.”

“Please don’t go back to the CIA.” She reached up and put her arms around his neck. “Matt and Sean said your old boss, a Mr. Black, was trying to get you to go back. Don’t.”

“Well, Miss Coleman. He made me a pretty good offer. What’s your offer to get me to stay in Destiny?”

“This.” She unbuttoned his shirt and parted it, exposing his muscled chest. “And this.” She leaned into him and kissed his nipples. “And this.” She knelt down in front of him, unbuckled his belt and unfastened his slacks. She’d never been so wanton and forceful, but she was enjoying herself, enjoying the hot glances he and Cam were giving her from above. “This.” She unzipped Dylan’s pants. He wasn’t commando but he also didn’t wear briefs or boxers. “A jock strap?”

“Does that surprise you, baby?” He smiled. “A man never knows when he has to chase someone or if he’s about to be chased. A jock strap is the best protection for my balls. You were telling me about your offer?”

“Yes, I was.” She looked up at the two brothers who were standing shoulder to shoulder. “The offer is for both of you, gentlemen.”

“Gentlemen?” Cam laughed. “Hardly.”

She reached over and cupped his cock through his jeans. “Wait until you hear everything before you make your decisions.”

“You got a deal, baby.” Cam touched her on the cheek. “But you’ve already sold me.”

“Me, too,” Dylan confessed.

She loved that they were enjoying this, enjoying her. They’d saved her from the Russians. They’d saved her from her demons. They deserved her best, and she was going to give it to them, give all of herself to them.

She pulled down Dylan’s pants to his ankles. He lifted his legs and kicked them to the corner, and then he tossed his shirt to the floor. He was in his shoes and jockstrap, which wasn’t able to keep even half of his hard ten-inch cock contained. He looked deliciously sexy. She put her index finger on the tip of his dick and found a pearly drop. She brought it up to her lips, tasting Dylan’s essence.

Cam wasn’t waiting for her to strip him. He was out of his clothes and boxers in a flash. She loved his lusty impatience. Loved him. His hand was on his cock. She leaned forward and licked him up and down his monstrous, long shaft.

While she was pleasuring Cam, Dylan kicked off his shoes and socks and removed his jockstrap. Now the two men stood in front of her like Greek Olympians. Powerful. Strong. Mighty. Hot.

Dylan’s hands threaded through her hair. “I think you have the better offer than Mr. Black, sweetheart. Much better, but I’d like to see more. Strip for me. I want to see all your assets on display.”

Cam nodded. “Now you’re talking my language, bro.”

She rose to her feet. Warmth spread through her. She removed her top slowly, hoping to get under their skin. Their hot eyes, which were locked in on her, told her she’d succeeded. Bare above the waist except for her bra, she moved to her slacks and unfastened the top button. Their heavy breathing was driving her wild. She’d never felt sexier in her life.

“Damn, you’re hot.” Cam’s voice came from deep in his chest. “You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.”

“I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you right now.” Dylan growled. “Get on with the show, sweetheart.”

She was having fun. It felt good to make them squirm. They sure had made her squirm over the years. Turnabout was fair play. She removed her sandals. A shiver rolled up and down her spine as she removed her slacks. Dylan had taken her panties earlier, so she was bare underneath.

Standing in front of them in only her bra, she glanced at the mirror behind them on the dresser. Her reflection surprised her. She’d never looked better. Dylan and Cam had brought that out in her. They were all meant to be together, just like Cam had known for some time.

“That’s it,” Cam snapped and stepped forward.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, trembling at his sudden outburst.

“Nothing, baby. I’m just done waiting.” Cam cupped her breasts with his big hands. “Damn, your breasts are so perfect. You’re perfect.”

“To you, maybe.”

“Yes, to me.” She loved having Cam caress her this way. A hot sizzling line shot from where he touched her down to her pussy. She was getting wet. Very wet.

“Fuck, I’m done waiting. Your offer is too fucking good. I’m staying, Erica. I’m not going to the CIA. I’m staying with you and Cam in Destiny.” Dylan came up behind her and reached around, his fingers finding her pussy. She moaned loudly when he touched her clit, the pressure inside her multiplying.